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Birdlife

MY Jonathan still loves to fly, still more than anything else in the world. But there are 365 bedtimes in a year. So when I’m feeling political, which is often, my Jonathan protects the undefended, fights the ugly balding seagull bully, and is an up-stander in the face of seagull gangs. When I’m feeling romantic, Jonathon traverses oceans on wobbly wings to reach far away islands where he’ll swoop under waterfalls and over sunrises. When I’m feeling introverted my Jonathan loves more than anything else to be alone, breezing by jagged cliff sides and crashing waves in games of self-amusement.

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mahalo Hawaii

(Can’t believe I forgot to post this 9-months ago. I guess that’s the way life goes these days. But without further ado, these gratitudes are still deserved and owed…) ********** Sitting on my little porch…

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black magic woman

She breaks her gallop, straddles the treadmill, and stabs at the phone keyboard in answer to the blinking update prompt: “2017, I’m going to fucking crush you.” Likes and hearts immediately balloon from her feed….

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house

Sweeping the pebbles from the patio, I feel the threadbare knees of my first jeans, I grow small in perspective and large in wonder, Fill with a sense of play in the clean efficiency of…

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